This is a song about "Left bench"

With the rest who are left

Hold up yea we the best

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

'cause she must be racing and pacing and patiently waiting by the bench and the chair

Ironing board, a bench, a wrench an oru winch, and an attention whore

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

And she throws up whatever she eats

Young fools eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

And i'm left for the corrections,

They say he the key to my blessings